Humor
The Shattered Promises
Introduction: The Weight of a Broken Vow Every promise I made felt like an unbreakable bond, a sacred vow that would guide my choices. But life has a way of testing our resolve, and when I broke one of those promises, I found myself spiraling into a world of guilt and regret. This story is about my journey of facing the consequences and seeking redemption.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Fiction
The Great Chicken Debate: Why Did It Cross the Road?
Moderator: Welcome, esteemed panellists and curious spectators, to this grand intellectual showdown! Tonight, we tackle a question that has plagued humankind since the dawn of poultry and paved roads: "Why did the chicken cross the road?" To dissect this age-old enigma, we have assembled four brilliant minds, each representing a distinct school of thought.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten City of Eldora:
Introduction: The Mysterious City Hidden for Centuries In a remote part of the world, beyond towering mountains and thick forests, lies the forgotten city of Eldora. Long buried under the sands of time, Eldora was a place of wonder, brimming with ancient magic and forgotten knowledge. Legends say it vanished without a trace, leaving behind only whispers of its existence. For centuries, scholars searched for clues to its whereabouts, but none were successful—until a brave young explorer named Aria stumbled upon an ancient map that would change everything.
By Ƒนʀƙเ ฬʀเτєร2 years ago in Fiction
Chapter One: The Accidental Hero and the Very Grumpy Wizard
Chapter One: The Accidental Hero and the Very Grumpy Wizard It was a perfectly normal Tuesday when everything went wrong. Rufus Thistlewhistle, a boy of seventeen with no exceptional talents (unless you counted an impressive ability to nap through anything), had been running late for his job at "The Squeaky Stool," the most disreputable inn in the entire village of Blunderbark. It wasn’t that he particularly *enjoyed* cleaning up spilled ale and broken stools; it was just that if he didn’t, his mother would find out he’d been sacked from his sixth job this year, and the woman had a broom that doubled as a weapon.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of Sir Laugh-a-Lot and the Pun-derful Quest
Long ago, in the whimsical land of Wit’s End, nestled snugly between the Silly Stream and Giggle Gorge, there lived a legendary knight by the name of Sir Laugh-a-Lot. As you might expect from such a title, Sir Laugh-a-Lot was renowned for his infectious sense of humor, an affliction he readily spread to the townsfolk. Whenever he rode into town, clad in his googol gallant armor, he left behind a trail of laughter and joy, not to mention the occasional dad joke that could send even the most stoic elder into stitches.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Fiction
The Peculiar Perplexities of English
Once upon a time, in the whimsical world of Wordville, there lived a quirky character named Lexicon Lou. Lou was a well-read bookworm, a true scholar of the English language—or so he thought. But even Lou, with all his dictionaries and thesauruses, often found himself perplexed by the peculiarities of this ever-evolving tongue.
By Sue Anne Kariuki2 years ago in Fiction
Squid Ink Fortune
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. “Weird fortune,” I told myself and took a bite of the sugar crisp treat. I wouldn’t usually eat something dropped at my feet by some hungry street hound, a story for another day, but this particular cookie was solid black.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Fiction
Secrets from the Under Realm. Content Warning.
Bret shot awake in a fight-or-flight grasp that gave him nothing to attack and no direction on the cliffside shelf to run. He hit his head hard on the fender on his way to the feet and let out a groan that jolted Vince, but he remained motionless. The Suburban was upside down. This forced his eyes upward to the fog. Where could the peak they come from, he thought. If he gave it a thorough guess without the tools of his reasoning skills, the drop was four--five hundred feet before the fog started, practically cloud cover without an ounce of visible sky. That’s not possible, he thought. “Cynthia!” he yelled on his way back to the surprisingly structurally sound vehicle gently placed in the rugged, loose gravel, merely shattering the windows. Helping her up, seeing her scraped but barely bruised, they were left in a state of rising anxiety over the anomaly granted to them. Vince had been thrown to the edge of the shelf, overlooking what possible cause for smoke lay at the bottom of the valley. Still buried in consistent fog with familiar-ish shingles piercing the vail and a steeple in the distance further in the opposite direction, from his defeated position, he saw the zig then zag then zig again of a path down. They varied from San Fran. to salt flats. Artie climbed off the underside of the truck, camera in hand, and pointed it everywhere, assuming he was the first to film the underworld.
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Fiction
Swag and Sassy: Round 1
The metallic clang of the chain echoed as Trey "Swag" Williams rained hit after hit upon the heavy punching bag making it swing with every blow. Sweat glistened on his ebony skin, tracing the contours of his muscular frame like liquid bronze.
By theodore amos2 years ago in Fiction
